what’s meant to be, will be

And by a little busy I mean: I’ve been working at my new job (and training to be a lifeguard – y i k e s); planning my Big Move to Boston (yeah, I know, I’m leaving Texas…again); and trying to soak up every second with my parents, friends, and the local Mexican food (nobody does tacos like south texas).

There are SO many changes on the horizon and for the first time, I am facing them with open arms. The idea of growing and the opportunity to re-invent myself has me jazzed up. I can DO anything. I can BE anything.

I mean, how many opportunities does one get to move to a new place and get a fresh start?

I’ve been thinking a lot about how I got here. Yes, there was a lot of hard work, sweat, and pushing through some tears. Oh, and let’s not forget the countless pages I’ve written, the slapping a smile on my face despite not wanting to be there, and the decision to continue after being told to give up.

All of this, it all led somewhere.

And that’s the cool part. Everything, and I mean E V E R Y T H I N G, worked out for a reason. There were times of uncertainty, doubt, and late night existential crises followed by distressed phone calls to my parents. I would think: What If I Don’t Make It? And occasionally, the infamous sequel: What If I Make It And It’s The Wrong Choice?

But, it seemed that the things that were meant to be, found a way.

I ended up at the wrong university, but found my way to Trinity. I was in the wrong major, and I took a class by chance that eventually became my major. I had no post-graduation plans, and I ended up at the (second) best hospital in the country under the guidance of an amazing mentor (who is also ironically a Trinity grad) and left with several academic publications. This all led up to now, and I’m still faced with choices. I had to choose between two amazing graduate schools, and after many pros vs cons lists, I picked the best one for me.

Some of these were conscious decisions: there were so many options, so many decisions. I wanted to pick the right one. In hindsight, I picked so many “wrong” things. Wrong school, wrong major… wrongWRONGwrong. But amidst these “wrongs”, I found my way. And I know that I always will.

Others seemed to fall into place on their own: opportunities disguised as closed doors, big moments -contingent on small moments- could sigh in relief after being brought into fruition, being at the right place at the right time, and options that I kept as a last resort that were meant to be all along.

It’s crazy.

So, what I’m trying to say is: things will always work out.

Of course, keep working at your goals, nothing will work unless you do. But also keep in mind that things can change. You’ll do your best to choose what is right and it might not work out. But don’t be afraid to just let things happen and go with your gut.

Sometimes in the forest, you can lose the path that you were on. Sometimes it has been traveled so often, it is easy to find as it is well worn and less bumpy. Other times, it is so difficult to find that it seems to disappear in thin air. Is it good or bad? That is only for you to discover and it may take time and maturity to clarify. One thing is certain in your life, happiness, fulfillment will only be achieved by writing, seeking inward peace through reflection and revelation.